Talking To Mama

Mama, are you watching me,

are you reading my thoughts too?

It comforts me to think you see

everything I think and do.

Was Daddie there to welcome you

when you crossed that great divide?

Are all the hurts forgiven,

do you walk now side by side?

Have you seen your Dad and Jim there,

is Grandma there, and Grace?

Were they there to help you settle in,

are you in a happy place?

Are there really pets in Heaven,

is Buttercup there, and Hi?

Can you, at last, talk to the birds,

do you join them as they fly?

Mama, have you talked to Jesus,

has He given you your crown?

Are you working in His garden,

do you have flowers all around?

Do you know how much I love you?

I'm sorry I was such a brat.

I know that you've forgiven me

you were always good at that.

I wanted so to talk to you

before God took you home.

We always think there is so much time,

and time dissapates . . . like foam.

The last day that you knew me,

you said, "Ella, I'm so scared!"

I should have stayed and talked to you,

my time was precious,

could not be spared.

There is a crowd of witnesses,

the Bible talks about,

I believe that you are one of these,

in my heart there is no doubt.

I'll soon be fifty-eight years old,

I'm still a little child.

I want to see my mother,

Have her hold me, see her smile.